A Place To Call Home

Part  Three

        Billy John was silent all during the drive
back to Marilyn's house.  If the hunk's normal date
conversation was spotty at best, his post-orgasmic
patter was non-existent.  Despite their intimacy of
a brief time before, Alex just gave him a chaste
kiss goodnight and sent him on his way.
        It was just past midnight when she walked
trough the door, so the young woman took extra
care not to make any noise loud enough to wake
her host. A quick trip to the bathroom to wash up
and take care of personal hygiene, then Alex was
off to bed.

        As she lay there beneath the sheet, Alex
began to almost regret sending Billy home so
soon.  True, despite his really good looks he
wasn't exactly what you might call great lover
material, but he was still a hot bod and a hard
cock.  It had been two months since the last time
she had been laid, the night she had spent with
that cop back in Belltown.  The memory of his
cock deep inside of her sent Alex's hand down
into her panties.  Her fingers stroking her still
damp pussy as they attempted to complete the job
Bill had left unfinished.  She played with herself
for a few minutes, then gave up in frustration.
The brief memories were too distant for her to
really use as a springboard to orgasm.  Deciding
that tomorrow was indeed another day, she rolled
over and drifted off to sleep.

        ÒOh baby!Ó
        AlexÕs eyes opened hesitantly, trying to
focus on the alarm clock on her night table. The
red digits read one thirty-four.  What was she
doing awake, she asked herself.
        ÒOh yeah, baby, do it to me!Ó
        At first, Alex had thought the voice she
had heard had been part of a dream.  This time,
she immediately recognized it as belonging to
Marilyn.  Automatically, the young brunette
turned her attention to the common wall that
separated their bedrooms.
        ÒThatÕs it, lick me there, you know how
much I love it.Ó
        Now fully awake, Alex sat up in bed as she
realized that Marilyn had an overnight guest.
Originally, Alex had moved into the small
bedroom furthest from Marilyn's.  Then last week
she started fixing the cracks in that room and had
moved to this one.
        ÒOh God!Ó  came the voice through the
wall.
        ÒThese walls are thinner than I thought.Ó
Alex thought as she listened to the sounds of
lovemaking from MarilynÕs room.  ÒThose old
Victorians must've been real quiet lovers.Ó
        Thoughts of the house's original occupants
quickly vanished as MarilynÕs voice and the
rocking of her bed became louder and faster.
        ÒDamn, he must be driving her up the
wall.Ó  Alex said to herself as she imagined the
forty-two year old spread out on the bed, enjoying
an oral massage on her clit. "No wonder Marilyn
wanted me to go out tonight."
        Alex knew there was no way she was
going back to sleep, this was already too exciting.
The brunette found herself running her hands over
her breasts, playing with her nipples.  She couldnÕt
believe how very excited she was getting just by
listening to the two of them.  Who needed faded
memories of Belltown when she had this going on
just next door.
        Grabbing both of her large mounds and
squeezing them tightly, the younger woman also
felt a bit of envy.  It was obvious from her
reactions that Marilyn had a first class pussy-licker
in there.  That was a rare commodity as few guys
she knew wanted to spend any more time down
there that they didnÕt have to.  Usually it was just
enough to get her wet and then get their cocks up
inside her.  And in her case, that took no time at
all.
        Alex glanced back at the clock and
realized that MarilynÕs friend had been going
down on her for a quarter hour now.  At least it
had been that long since Alex had woken up to the
sound of it.  That was at least twice the time any
of her recent lovers had spent, and from the sound
of the couple in the next room, they showed no
signs of stopping soon.
        The twenty-four year old reached down
between her legs and found her pussy soaked from
the excitement.  She slid two fingers inside herself
and leaned back on her pillow.  In and out she
began to move her fingers, using her other hand to
still massage her breasts.  Her darting tongue
continued to rub along her lips, as if she were
kissing a phantom lover.
        It wasnÕt long before Alex matched her
gyrations to the sounds of the creaking bed in the
room next store.  She could imagine herself in
MarilynÕs place, a wet mouth pressed hard against
her pussy.  MarilynÕs moans through the wall
grew louder and louder, signaling her approaching
orgasm.  Alex had a late start but wasnÕt far
behind.
        ÔOh yes, oh God baby, yes!Ó  Alex heard
Marilyn call out as her lover brought her to
climax.
        Whatever came next was drowned out by
the roar of her own orgasm as it ripped across her
body.  Alex gritted her teeth tightly  to keep it a
silent one, thinking she would never live down the
mortification if Marilyn and her date heard her.  If
they knew she was masturbating while listening to
their lovemaking.
        The sudden explosion from her loins
drained whatever energy her brief sleep had
restored to her body.  It had been good, Alex
admitted, but now she was more than exhausted.
This more than made up for the disappointing
night with Billy.
        The sounds from the next room had
stopped for the moment.  Either they were done
or just gearing up for round two.  Whichever it
was, they would do it without an audience this
time.  Alex closed her eyes, not to open them
again until the morning.
        ÒThank you, Marilyn.Ó  she said to herself
as she felt sleep overtaking her like a comforting
blanket.

        Alex heard voices in the living room as she
came down the steps from the second floor early
the next morning.  Evidently Marilyn was saying
goodbye to her guest.  The short haired brunette
paused for a moment, wondering if she should go
back upstairs until he had left. But her curiosity
was overwhelming.  She had to see what he
looked like.  To see what MarilynÕs type was.
        Alex stepped into the living room just in
time to see Marilyn, who was wearing a short
bathrobe, kissing her lover goodbye.  From her
vantage point, she could see much other than the
dark haired woman's back.  The large potted
plants blocked her lover.  Alex couldn't tell if he
was tall or short, or even young or old.
        Whatever his age, the goodbye kiss he was
giving her was obviously a lot better than the one
Alex had gotten from Billy.  Consumed even more
with curiosity, the younger woman moved out
into the center of the room to try and get a better
look.  Finally their kiss broke and Marilyn stepped
back enough for Alex to get a clear look.
        ÔOmigod!Ó  Diane gasped.  ÒHe was a
she!Ó
        And not just a she, her mind registered a
second later.  It was Gloria Zalman!
        There was no mistaking her, not with
those large oversized breasts and flaming red hair
that Alex had seen on so many trips to the
hardware store.  The two women kissed one last
time before Gloria disappeared out the door.

        Alex stood there dumbfounded as Marilyn
watched her lover walk down the path to the
carport.  She didnÕt even react to AlexÕs presence
until she closed the door and turned all the way
around to see her standing there in the middle of
the room.  If was obvious she had been standing
there all the while.
        ÒI guess I probably shouldÕve mentioned
this before,Ó  Marilyn said in a half smile.  ÒI hope
itÕs not going to be a problem.Ó

        Marilyn had already made breakfast so the
two of them moved to the kitchen.  They ate
wordlessly, simply because neither of them really
knew what to say.
        "Have you and Gloria been together
long?"  Alex finally broke the silence.
        "Just a few months. actually."  she
answered.
        "It must feel so nice to be in love."  Alex
smiled.
        "Well, I wouldn't really say Gloria and I
are in love," Marilyn said.  "Don't get me wrong, I
love Gloria, I really do.  I think she's the dearest,
sweetest friend I've had in a long time.  But to be
honest, I'd have to say what we share is really just
recreational sex.  Just two friends taking care of
each other's needs.  It's been ages since I could say
I've been in love."
        "Recreational sex ..."  Alex repeated.
"Okay, I can understand that."
        "We just get together once in a while and
have a little fun,"  Marilyn added.  "Nothing
serious.  In fact, Gloria even told me she's also
seeing someone else, but won't say who."
        "Well as long as that doesn't bother you."
Alex said.
        "Have you ever done it?"  Marilyn asked
out of curiosity.
        "Recreational sex?"  Alex replied.  "Of
course.  With my lifestyle it's about the only sex I
really have.  I never really stay in one place long
enough to get into a serious relationship."
        "I mean with another woman?"  the dark
haired woman corrected her question.
        "Oh,"  Alex replied, then seemed to pause
a few moments as if she was deciding if she really
wanted to answer the question.  "Yeah, I've been
there.  Once during my year of college, just to see
what all the fuss was about.  Then there was a
woman I met when my car broke down in New
Mexico."
        For a brief second, Alex could see the face
of the woman in New Mexico in her mind's eye.
Her name was Linda Baker.  She was older, just
about Marilyn's age, with dark curly red hair.
What the younger girl left out of her answer was
that even after her car had been fixed, she'd stayed
in the small town for two weeks, sharing the
woman's bed every night.
        "Did you enjoy it?"
        "What?"  Alex asked as she snapped back
from her brief foray into her memory.
        "I asked if you enjoyed it?"
        "If was different,"  Alex said, the image of
a moment ago reappearing.  "Yes, I'd have to say
I did."
        Marilyn smiled and seemed about to say
something else.  Instead, she tossed the last of her
eggs into her mouth, then excused herself, saying
she had some work to do.  Alex said she had to
head over to the hardware store to pick up the
new molding she had ordered.

        "Good Morning," Alex smiled as she
walked up to the counter at Zalman's hardware.
"Did the molding I ordered come in?"
        Wendy gave Alex the same cold look that
she seemed to keep just for her, saying that she
had to see Mrs. Zalman for that.  Alex thanked her
warmly, knowing that nothing annoyed her more.
        The contractor waited a few minutes for
Gloria to appear.  When she did Alex was
surprised at how fresh she looked, seeing as the
redhead had spent the night rocking the sheets
with Marilyn.
        "Oh they came in last night,"  Gloria said,
giving Alex a smile as warm as Wendy's was cold.
"I'll have Billy load them up for you as soon as he
finishes up in the yard."
        "Thank you."
        "Meanwhile, why don't you come in the
office,"  Gloria suggested.  "I have a few new
product brochures that came in that you might
find helpful."
        Alex followed Gloria into the back office,
walking past a still disapproving Wendy.  Gloria
told Wendy to have the molding loaded, then shut
the door behind them.
        "The brochures are on the desk, but I'd
like to talk to you a moment first."  Gloria said.
        "Sure, what's up?"
        "How did things go with you and Marilyn
after I left this morning?" she asked surprisingly.
"Any problems?"
        "Excuse me?"
        "I saw you standing in the living room
when I kissed Marilyn goodbye,"  Gloria said.  "I
was just curious if it cause any problems."
        "No, not at all,"  Alex answered.  "Marilyn
explained the relationship the two of you have and
that was that."
        "And you don't have a problem with it?  I
mean with me and her being ...  I mean the idea
that two women could be like that."
        "Do you mean that am I bothered by the
idea of women being sexual with each other?"
Alex said. "Not at all."
        "That's good, because I know that Marilyn
has come to like you a great deal in the last few
weeks and I wouldn't want to be the one to cause
any problems with that."
        "Well you don't have to worry about that.
Marilyn and I are fine."
        "I'm really glad,"  Gloria said.  "Because I
have to say I've come to like you as well."
        "I'm glad,"  Alex smiled.  "I think you're
pretty nice too."
        "What I mean to say,"  Gloria went on as
she moved closer.  "Is that I find you quite an
attractive young woman.  One that I really would
like to get to know better. How do you think you
might feel about that?"
        Alex didn't answer immediately.  Her
attention was drawn to the fact that Gloria was
now resting her hand on the brunette's denim
covered breasts, stroking her flesh through the
open gap between buttons.
        "I guess I'd have to think about that a little
more," Alex finally answered, a warm flush filling
her face.  "It's not something I do all the time."
        Gloria seemed encouraged by her
response, especially the fact that Alex hadn't
rejected her advance out of hand.
        "Do you find me attractive as well?"
Gloria asked.
        Alex looked deep into the older woman's
face, then glanced down at the ample mound
staining against the confines of her dress.  In many
ways she reminded her very much of Linda.
        "Yes I do," She finally answered. "Very
much so."
        That answer pleased Gloria even more as
she leaned forward and kissed Alex on the lips.  It
was a brief kiss, but one filled with a promise of
what might be to come.